Finding Sebastian

Chapter 5

Oliver stared blankly down at his empty glass. His fingers were entertained behind the glass he couldn't seem to let go. The empty glass was a clear representation of how he felt inside.

In the last five days, Marcia had cried herself to sleep. He knew she tried to be strong in front of everyone all day, but at night, where no one could judge her, she bawled. She was chipping away each day that passed on.

Oliver had made several trips out to other Mafia households - even his enemy's - but they never heard or saw anything. Many Mafia leaders, even the ones who didn't take a particular liking to how Ricci worked, they still respected him for his work ethic and his success.

They even tried to help out a bit. Some of the other leaders knew what it was like to lose a child; others didn't but still wanted to show their altruistic character.

He was more than thankful for everyone's help during this situation. He didn't know how to repay them. Most of them didn't ask for anything in return.

To them, everything from drugs to murdering was fair. That's the reason they were there in the first place. Stealing a child in the middle of the night? That was unacceptable.

A soft knock resonated throughout the room. He didn't say anything. He couldn't. His mind was wandering into a different world.

The door opened slightly, waiting for a reapnse. None came. She opened the door wider and noticed her unresponsive husband with an empty glass in his hands and a placid look on his face.

She wondered if she should leave or stay. In the end, she stayed and went over to him. She lightly set her hands on the tops of is shoulders. He didn't respond yet again. She sighed and started to rub out the stiffness.

Her fingers worked like magic. The stiffness eventually disintegrated into nothing. It felt good, but it still didn't replace the emptiness he was currently feeling. He just wanted his wife-stealing son back.

He'd change his diapers for an entire year if he could just get his son back.

"Are going to come to bed soon?" she asked into his ear. It was midnight, and not having her husband next to her made her feel unwanted.

Oliver didn't even grunt like he would normally do. He kept on looking into his glass. He wished he had a little more to get a buzz going.

He thought about it. Maybe a buzz wasn't the best idea. That would mean he would feel something. He didn't want to feel. He wanted to curl up into his shell and never come out.

"Babe," Marcia tried again. No response. She sighed. There was no way to get to him.

Even if she stripped down to nothing and pranced around - which she had done before - he still wouldn't respond.

She knew her husband all too well.

She slid her hands off of his shoulders and came around to his right side. She crouched down next to him and looked between him and the cup.

She brought her hands up to his fingers and gently started to pry them away. His fingers gave way easily. One by one each finger let go of his cup.

Once his fingers were no longer surrounding the cup, she picked the cup up and set it on the far left corner of his desk so he couldn't reach it. She knew that if he could, he'd grab right back and stare at it once more. She wouldn't have it from him. He was hurting as much she was. They needed each other.

"Let's go to bed, okay?" She tried once more to get him up and out. He didn't budge. She looked up at his face and noticed his bangs were covering his beautiful eyes.